Im driving, half alive and beaten down because I´ve been falling, and it won´t be long before I hit the ground. This heart is aching for Your touch because I´m losing all I´ve been using as a crutch.
And I think I don´t need this, but You break me into pieces until I come undone. Window´s open, and I´m hoping to find release from this pain that´s been lingering for so many weeks. I´m praying for You to fill this space, and this emptiness I´m trading for Your grace.
And I think I don´t need this, but You break me into pieces until I come undone. I don´t understand all that´s in Your hands. The things that try me are there to refine me so I can be more like You. And I think I don´t need this, but You break me into pieces until I come undone. I find the place of Your grace when I come undone